want to ride the subway all day long

The other night, cable went down in my building, establishing just how addicted to the internet I am. But as frustrating as it was to be cut off from the web for an evening, it was interesting to discover the things I could find the time for without the distraction. Like packing myself an elaborate lunch, straightening up my room on a Monday night, and sorting through my computer files. Well beginning to sort through my computer files before getting caught up reading them...I happened on a file named "personal," so personal that I had password protected the file on my own computer. Yet nine months later, I was so moved by my writing that I was driven to share it with a friend. So it seems that given enough time, I can, on some level, detach myself from even my most personal sentiments. And I suppose that given enough time in the real world, I will lose all ability to write as poignantly as I did as an introspective student...For better or worse.